Stinger

Aguijón

To raise our head and look at something else, not to think about what the book said but something that reminded us of it. Sting are the interstices of reading. Of the book made notebook, of the reading that becomes a new image. New images. A volcano and a bull, and the traces of the loaded brush. Pieces of a visit to the dentist and the tiredness of a body that seems to suffer from pain.